Page 23 of Want You Back (Second Chance Ranch #1)

Chapter 23

Maverick

I was charmed, well and truly smitten with Colt’s homemade drive-in date. I’d been lucky enough to attend some Hollywood premieres, yet those black-tie affairs couldn’t compare with the sweetness of Colt’s efforts. However, now that we were alone, not even any cows in sight, I was far more interested in him than the food or movie. Colt, however, didn’t seem inclined to hand out the kiss I’d been angling for.

“We’re not going to watch the movie, are we?” he groaned. Colt could be hard to read at the best of times, and I wasn’t sure whether he was actually put out or teasing about my impatience. Either way, I didn’t want to be rude, and I also wanted to respect the pace he needed.

“You did go to a lot of trouble.” I stopped trying to snuggle him and turned my attention back to the opening of the movie, where the oblivious military eye candy was sitting around the base, unaware of the alien threat lurking. “I’ll behave. Hands to myself.”

“Ha.” Colt tossed an arm around me. Continuing to show my appreciation for his efforts, I looked over his snack selection of deli meats, cheeses, crackers, popcorn, and movie theater-style candy boxes. I snagged a few peanut M&Ms and a handful of popcorn before relaxing back into his embrace.

“See? I’m even enjoying your snacks.” I popped an M&M in his mouth. “This was a really nice idea, Colt.”

“Thank you.” His eyes were soft and kind, and if he didn’t kiss me soon, I might die. And then he did, leaning in for the sweetest kiss of my life, and I nearly expired for other reasons. When he kissed me, my skin always seemed to crackle, every nerve ending turning on, waiting for the next bit of contact, a whole-body vibration.

Colt lingered, one chocolatey kiss turning into two. He held me so carefully that my chest ached and my eyes burned. Core memory, unlocked. Add tonight to the list of nights with him I’d never forget.

Once I was a human battery of buzzing energy from the kisses, Colt danced his fingers down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as he went.

“Hey, I thought you wanted to watch the movie.” I made the weakest of attempts to keep to his plans for the evening.

“You’re the one who brought up kissing.” He kissed my neck, then used the tip of his tongue to tease my earlobe, making little shivers rush up my back. “And you can keep watching the movie.”

“And what are you going to do?” I laughed like there was any chance at all of me watching the movie with one of his hands warm on my belly, the other around my shoulders, holding me close, his lips on my neck doing a remarkable job of distracting me.

“You.”

Finished with my shirt buttons, he stroked my bare torso with calloused fingers. On the screen, the aliens had finally shown up, but they could have arrived right next to the truck for all I cared. Colt’s touch was everything, electric and warm, and I wanted it everywhere. I arched my back, seeking more, and he let out a low rumble of a chuckle.

“Patience.” However, he didn’t keep me waiting much longer before he toyed with the snap on my shorts. I had no doubt he could get me off on memories of what I liked alone, but I had other cravings.

“Much as I love your hands, I feel compelled to share that I brought lube and condoms.” I’d been hoping for this sort of privacy and had resisted the temptation to get off in the shower simply thinking about the possibility.

“Oh.” Frowning, Colt stilled his hands.

“It’s totally fine if that’s not your thing.” I spoke fast, trying to get us back to more touching. “We don’t have to do anything differently. You can keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I’ve never really thought about…” Colt twisted his lips. “What’s the word? Bottoming. That.”

It was my turn to chuckle. I should have guessed that was his hesitation. “You’re cute, Colt. And I would one hundred percent walk you through it if you ever want to try, but I’ve waited decades for you to fuck me. If anyone’s bottoming tonight, it’s me.”

“Ah. Okay.” He nodded solemnly, absorbing this piece of information with comical seriousness. “And you like doing that? Getting fucked makes you come?”

“And how.” I laughed, but there was also a deep ache in my chest, an old wound. He hadn’t been my first fuck, and he should have been. I’d never admit it, but back in my tiny dorm room after I’d finally done the deed, with my body aching in unfamiliar ways, I’d cried that it hadn’t been Colt. My voice was rough, even now. “I love it.”

“I like making you come.” Colt was so fucking earnest and was absolutely going to break my heart all over again.

“Good.” I kissed him so he couldn’t see all the emotions gathering in me. He already had me half-undressed, so I finished the job, letting the last of the day’s heat and the evening breeze greet my skin. I rescued the lube and condom from my shorts pocket and tossed them next to us on the air mattress.

Colt followed my lead and stripped out of his boots, jeans, and western shirt. The nicer shirt had been the giveaway that this was, in fact, a date, despite his denials.

Naked under the setting sun, we lay back against the pillows, and Colt turned adorably uncertain again.

“You’ll have to tell me what to do.”

“I’ll take it from here, cowboy.” I straddled him in a single, fluid motion, rocking against him in a way that felt familiar and brand-new all at once. I wasn’t sure I had the patience or the time to coach him through topping, not while needing him with decades’ worth of urgency. Instead, I grinned down at him. “Leave everything to me.”

I stretched my arms back, torso and cock on full display. I enjoyed showing off as its own form of foreplay, teasing us both.

“Fuck. You’re a vision, Mav.” Colt’s eyes were liquid and warm and were going to be the death of my efforts to avoid a broken heart. “I could watch you all night.”

“Better than the movie?” I teased. Behind us, the SEALs were getting their asses kicked by the aliens. I couldn’t have named a single character in the damn thing. “And if you like watching…”

I’d been planning to simply reach behind me to lube up efficiently and fast, but at the last moment, I decided to spin and give Colt more of a show. Also, it let me avoid all the emotions simmering every time our gazes met. I drew out the process of lubing and stretching myself far longer than my usual impatient self put up with. Colt’s heavy breathing made the endeavor more than worth it.

“Holy fuck. That’s hot.” Moaning, he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs. “Why is that so hot? Damn.”

His wonder was a powerful aphrodisiac, encouraging me to play more. I went from one to two fingers to teasing a third. Colt was average length but thick, so I was generous with the lube. Also, the more I teased, the more he moaned, so I had fun with that until my need to have him inside me won out.

Turning back around, I reached for the condom and some more lube. Continuing my show, I rolled the condom onto his cock slowly, jacking him with plenty of lube. I moved to spin again, but Colt stopped me with a hand on my hip.

“Wanna see your face.”

“Thought you liked the view the other way,” I teased lightly. “And like I could say no to you.”

“Even now?”

“Especially now.” Despite my reluctance to show my emotions, I held his gaze. Maybe he deserved to know how much I felt for him, how this meant so much more than the mere act of fucking. After my divorce, I thought I’d never again experience this sort of depth of feeling, but with Colt, I might as well toss all assumptions into the canyon.

Eyes locked, I straddled him, steadying his cock with one hand. I sank down slowly because he was girthy and also to draw the moment out, let him see everything play out across my face. The initial penetration, the stretch, the fullness, the point where I angled my hips so his cockhead brushed my prostate for the first time.

“Oh wow.” His voice was little more than air. “You really do like this.”

“I do.”

“Feels good to me too. Tight. Warm. And the picture you make…” He paused to whistle low. “So fucking hot.”

“Keep watching,” I ordered, speeding up my motions, taking more of his cock on each pass until my ass touched his thighs and we both moaned. Apparently, having unlocked some new exhibitionist kink, I had fun showing off, finding what made Colt gasp and shudder. However, the more I rode him, the more my pleasure mounted. I grabbed my cock, using the last of the lube to slick my grip, showing Colt this too, how much I needed him, how excited I was to be fucking at last.

“Let me.” He reached for my cock, batting away my hand with the blend of dominance and eagerness that was uniquely Colt. He could take charge but never seemed to lose his sense of wonder. Indeed, he moaned even before I did as he stroked my cock. “This makes you come?”

“Uh-huh.” I was rapidly losing the power of speech. “That and how damn good you feel inside me.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“You feel big. Love how full it feels, all that pressure right up on my spot.”

“And here?” He tapped my chest with his free hand.

“There too.” I wouldn’t say the words, but they were right there. All these years later, and no one, absolutely no one, could make me feel the way this man did. “Feel so…connected with you. Full. Can’t hardly hold it all.”

“Me too.” His voice was husky. He kept his palm right there against my heart as I rode him harder, the contact giving me something extra to push against, but also more of a link between us. I’d fucked, but I’d never made love, even through a steady stream of failed relationships, including my ill-fated marriage, and now I knew the difference. I bucked against him, playing with using him as leverage, and the increased pressure got me there far sooner than I wanted.

“Oh fuck. I’m close.”

“Good.” Colt sounded all proud. “Get there.”

“You gonna come too?” I asked. He was rock-hard, and judging by his moans, he was enjoying himself, but he didn’t seem nearly as worked up as me.

“Don’t worry about me.” He stroked my cock that much faster, practiced grip remembering exactly what I liked. “Want you to come first. God, I love watching you.”

“Yes. Watch me.” His fist alone would get me there, but I ground down, rocking fast and furious. “Here it comes. Tighter. Right there.”

“Maverick.” His voice broke, more of that utter wonder, and that did it. I was coming, painting his chest and abs with white streaks.

“Yes. Colt. God.” The waves crashed through me until I couldn’t move anymore and collapsed on his chest. I gave a halfhearted wiggle. “You can keep going.”

“Nuh-uh.” He tapped my hip, disentangling us. He discarded the condom, moving to jack himself off, but not before he tucked me in against his side. “This is what I want. Kiss me.”

“Gladly.” Whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed. I kissed him like it was the last promise I’d ever make, putting everything I’d felt during the fuck into it. He groaned, body shaking, bucking up into his fist. I broke away long enough to urge him on. “That’s it. Get yourself there.”

Colt climaxing was like watching one of those old-fashioned tourist steam trains pull into the station—huffing and puffing, a magnificent beast, all that power and energy and strength on display, and all for me. If I hadn’t climaxed a minute prior, I totally could have come simply from watching him.

“Fuck. Somehow, I’m supposed to drive us back to town after that?” Colt gasped, breath coming in pants. He held me close, kissing the side of my head. “God, I want to sleep for a week.”

“I know the feeling.” I groaned.

“Mav…” He sighed, a world of meaning in his exhale, the unspoken words between us again. “I liked that. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” I brushed a soft kiss across his lips. “I mean that. Anything for you.”

I meant it. So much for my assertion that I didn’t want long-term or serious again. I’d do anything to keep Colt close, to have more of these nights.